Wednesday, September 09, 2009


Len dragged me up to Manistee, Michigan to spend the night in a camper. Which is to say, he asked nicely, and I, because I am really not very bright, agreed. Let me give you a piece of advice from my own hard won experience: if you have spent the last month dealing single-handedly with the garden, house and dog because your beloved has been working 14 hours a day, 7 days a week, do not, under any circumstances, go to Manistee to spend the night in a camper, with the dog, so your beloved can go fishing. Especially if you hate camping. It is a very bad idea. And you will cry. I did, anyway.

For what it's worth, here are some pictures (many more in Fickr):

Connor and Lizzy

We borrowed Len's nephew, Connor, who was delightful. He and Lizzy bonded.

A Fish!

He caught a salmon.

Cuttting Fish

And cleaned it.





Anyway. Once I got over the melt down, it was fine. And pretty. I am leaving tomorrow for the knitting retreat and that really will be relaxing. See you next week!


bspinner said...

Nice pictures. Have fun at your knitting retreat!

Sharon said...

We just had the camper discussion today, and I said NO.